Chapter 829: The Iron Cavalry Flow

On the snow, two torrents were gathering. The roar of the wind and snow covered the sound of the neighing of the horses. In the crowded horse team, breathing and panting, and the friction of the leather armor was rushing. At the end of the snow field, the two military horses were ready.

Wanyan Zongjun was wearing golden armor and riding a black horse. He rode a horse under the crowd. He shook and looked at the lineup of the Xixia army formation. At the end of the horizon, countless people were stretching for miles, and cavalry teams appeared in the snow. Wanyan Zongjun smiled coldly and said to Wu Shu behind him: "The people of Xixia are just like this. What's the use of such a fancy riding formation?"

Wu Shu laughed and pressed Ma Feng and said, "The people in the south value appearance, and wait for my troops to defeat them in one fell swoop."

Wanyan Zongjun nodded, Wushu stopped his horse to the headquarters, and countless cavalrymen came to him. Wushu looked around like a wolf and a tiger, pulled out the long sword in his hand, and shouted: "The warriors in the white mountains and black water have always entered other people's territory and enjoyed other people's wives and daughters. But today, some people dared to invade the border of our Song Dynasty and want to insult our tribesmen. They will follow me and rush over to let them know the power of the Jurchen warriors."

Countless Jin soldiers came over to fight horses and burst into shouts.

Without saying a word, Wu Shu was already carrying a knife and slowly moving towards the Western Xia army formation. There were more and more Jurchens gathered behind him, and the speed of the war horses was moving faster and faster. After walking hundreds of feet slowly, the war horses began to gallop slowly, and the horse's hooves rumbled against the snow, and there was a roar between the sky.

In front of the Xixia army's army, the cavalry of the five tribes of Hengshan began to gather under the banner. The most powerful cavalrymen in Xixia were wearing black houses, with leather helmets covering their faces, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and they were waiting solemnly.

Gui Zhihuan was covered in empty rhinoceros leather armor, with a ghost face, standing heroically with a lumbar spine and horse. The coldness of those smart and elegant eyes was even colder than the white peaks on the high mountain.

She looked at the sky in the distance, and she didn't move like a goddess. Her eyes flashed slightly, and her eyes fell on the banners of the five tribes of Hengshan.

"Are the members of the five tribes of Hengshan afraid of dying with the enemies of Hengshan?"

"The warriors in Hengshan are never afraid of death!" Countless people shouted and answered.

"Then..." Gui Zhihuan seemed to grit his teeth, slowly pulled out the Xixia sword on his waist, and made a harsh voice: "Tell the Jurchens that if we can defeat them once, there will be a second and third time, the reputation of the five tribes of Hengshan will spread all over the world. Today, I will live and die with you!"

"Life and die together!"

The horse formation began to stir, and the standard Xixia sword stabbed into the sky like a forest, and was so cold.

The horse formation began to move slowly, and the agile horse hooves appeared deep and shallow, stepping on horse hooves. Finally, the horse hooves were more and more, and the ground began to tremble. Gui Zhihuan had already raised his long sword and rode his horse wildly. Fifty thousand Hengshan Iron Cavalry followed her closely like a shadow. The huge cavalry seemed to be from hell, wrapped in the power of trampling everything, like the sky and the earth cracked, like the waves slamming the shore, heading towards the Jurchen Iron Cavalry that was coming towards him. No one retreated or feared, but only the indomitable perseverance and the murderous intent that was ready to die.

The earth under my feet was retreating like a tide. There were only thousands of strong horses in the world knocking on the earth at the same time. The whole world was trembling and trembling!

Wu Shu on the opposite side saw the movements of the Western Xia cavalry. His entire body veins burst out, but instead showed a sense of heroism. The intense passion burned in Wu Shu's chest, burning his eyes.

It is here that these enemies, kill them, destroy them, build unparalleled achievements, let my tribe members, let my father take a good look, the sea Dongqing in the white mountains and black waters has spread its wings, and today is the time for people to look at each other with admiration!

Come on, as long as you have a sword in your hand, as long as there is a war horse under your crotch, I... Wanyan Zongbi, the noble descendant of the royal family, will kill you ignorant guys like cutting grass, so that everyone in the world will know that my father has an amazing son, and the Jurchens have a warrior like a wolf.

"kill!"

Wu Shu roared, and the long sword in his hand slashed down hard. At the same time, he drove his horse's heads diagonally to the side of the riding formation.

"kill!"

Thirty thousand Jurchen warriors responded with a loud bang, and the sound was like thunder. Tens of thousands of iron hooves stirred up the snow in the sky. They instantly passed over the iron stream. Wu Shu continued to sprint forward. The row of cavalry in the front pressed down the spears pointing straight to the void. Hundreds of sharp spears shattered the cold wind, forming a suffocating forest of death.

The cavalry in the rear raised the sabers in their hands above the top, and the sharp cold light made the darkness of the sky fade away.

Wu Shu's eyes were already locked on a ghost-faced general on the other side, and he grinned his teeth and showed a cruel smile. The cavalry was different from infantrymen, and they were really brave. Therefore, a strong army often led by the cavalry. Wherever the general arrived, the iron cavalry followed closely, just like the sword. The most important thing was, but Wu Shu had already determined that the ghost-faced general had a great status in the Western Xia army. Wherever the ghost-faced general rode his horse, all the cavalry would rush there like a tide.

Kill him...

Wu Shu was roaring and shouting in his heart. His blood was boiling. However, at this time, he still had a hint of calmness. He suddenly realized that the 30,000 Jurchen Iron Cavalry was wiped out in the territory of Xixia, because the momentum of the oncoming cavalry was definitely not an ordinary Khitan, and the Western Xia cavalry was comparable. They were overwhelmed, like a raging blizzard, giving people a kind of invincible pressure.

This is the Hengshan Iron Cavalry, and it is indeed well-known! Wu Shu thought about this in his heart, then he sneered again, and a beast-like roar broke out from his throat.

Two fast-moving cavalry collided with a loud bang. Whether it was the Hengshan Iron Cavalry or the Jurchen cavalry front row, the knights in the front row were knocked away like kites with broken strings. Countless people let out shrill roars, but they were quickly suppressed by more bloody shouts. The long sword and long hair slashed, and the blood energy spread rapidly.

As soon as Wu Shu touched, he slowed down his horse speed without hesitation, allowing the iron cavalry behind him to go forward and rushed forward. His eyes were still staring at the opponent's ghost-faced general. Like Wu Shu, the opponent's riding skills were extremely superb. Although the war horses were still running fast, the cavalry guards behind him had already flew out like meteors, blocking her and hitting the opponent's Jurchen cavalry hard.

The two black shadows stuck together fiercely, the war horses were roaring, the warriors were roaring, and some were chopped off without hesitation. More people were holding weapons and slashing wildly, and no one was willing to retreat. The huge iron stream was like two huge waves, and after the contact was made, there was no gap.

Wu Shu rode a horse quickly, constantly slashing the Xixia cavalry beside him, and the cavalry guards coming from behind him kept rushing to clean up a safe area. Wu Shu's eyes were still staring at the master of the ghost face. He suddenly shouted loudly, pulled his horse and whipped it, and rushed towards the main general of the Hengshan Iron Cavalry at an extremely fast speed. He raised his long sword and slashed quickly like a wild horse that had broken away from reins.

Gui Zhihuan was among the thousands of people, his eyes were scarlet. When he saw Wu Shu coming, he sneered and held the Xixia sword and walked towards him.

Clang... The two horses intersected, and the two rushed forward, and the sword made a loud sound. Then, the two quickly separated and rushed into the cavalry formation like tigers.

"It's a pity..." Wu Shu clearly felt that the other party's buttocks were not strong, but he was very skillful. He slashed with one knife, which was more than a hundred pounds of force, but the other party's long sword refused to fight him hard. Instead, he rubbed his blade with great skill, giving Wu Shu a sense of pain that was not strong enough.

When Wu Shu turned around and was about to find the traces of the general in Ghost Face, he found that the other party had already pierced into his back team like a hungry tiger pounced on a sheep. Wu Shu gritted his teeth and carried his sword with regret to continue sprinting. As a cavalry, he had always advanced but not retreated.

Countless people fought in the snow, and the two cavalrymen were in a stalemate. No one could tear a hole. After exhausting their horsepower, the two sides were even more deadlocked. Seventy or eighty thousand people fought each other in this radius of miles. Countless people fell, and more people were facing each other. Under the hazy sky, blood appeared.

In the Xixia army formation, Wuda's eyes were all paying attention to the situation of the battle.

Li Qing behind him frowned and said, "Did you go out to the cavalry camp?"

Wuda pondered for a moment: "Wait a little longer, don't worry."

Li Qing licked his mouth and nodded.

The battle was stalemate for half an hour, and the sound of fighting still did not stop. No one was willing to give in. These exhausted cavalry all burst out with unparalleled patience. At this time, Wanyan Zongjun, who was pressing the formation behind, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He held down the knife and yelled: "Kill!"

The remaining 30,000 Jurchen cavalry could no longer hold back when they heard this. They followed Wanyan Zongjun like a gust of roar. The horse's hooves that were stomping everything raised the snow, and the crowd gathered together and ran towards the flanks of the battlefield.

Wuda's eyes had turned red. When the Jurchens made any noise, they immediately held Ma Feng, pulled out the long knife from their waist with their other hand, and shouted: "Kill!"

"kill!"

The 50,000 cavalrymen flew out like sharp arrows, running towards the Jurchen reinforcements in an arc-shaped direction.

One hundred thousand Xia army and sixty thousand Jurchen cavalry were once again mixed up.

The Jurchens did not expect that the Western Xia cavalry would be so tenacious, and 60,000 cavalry were dispatched together, as if they were kicking the iron plate.

For the Western Xia Iron Cavalry, the 100,000 elite Xixia soldiers and the 60,000 Jurchen Iron Cavalry were in stalemate and were also angry for a moment.

The anger of both sides burst out on the snow field.

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Chapter completed!